Chapter One: Augustus the Wacko.
Characters: Augustus Rookwood, Rodolphus Lestrange, Severus Snape.
Summary: A Muggle watches Augustus and listens to a conversation of his.
Rating: K.

Augustus Rookwood
-Severus Snape
Rodolphus Lestrange

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Augustus Rookwood paced the uneven pavement, swearing and smoking.

Behind him, a Muggle and her daughter stood disgusted. Here was a greasy, brown-haired man, with blood under his nails, pockmarks on his face, dressed in robes, smoking like a chimney, looking a bit drunk, and swearing gleefully in a loud tone.

He appeared to be waiting for someone.

"Excuse me, sir?" Said the woman. She did not want to talk to this man (who smelt strongly of both smoke and alcohol), but she wanted him gone so her daughter would not have to be scandalized by him. "Are you waiting for someone?"

He looked at the Muggle and smirked, showing off yellowing teeth.

"Yeah," he drawled, pulling his wand from his robe. He twirled it in his fingers leisurely, seemingly at ease with her discomfort.

The woman widened her eyes and backed a pace away. Who is this wacko? She knew she should just walk away, they were in a parking lot, after all, but she could not bring herself to.

"I'm waiting for two of my mates. You seen 'em?"

"I am afraid to say that I don't know what they look like." What was the wacko thinking?

"I'm looking for two of my friends. One twenty-two, the other seventeen."

He paused.

"Specifically," he smirked some more.

"Rodolphus Lestrange and Severus Snape."

The woman was on the verge of pulling her daughter away when an impeccably dressed man waltzed up to the wacko.

"Why are you conversing with a Muggle? Are you so bored?" He smirked. "Really, Augustus?"

"Shut it, Rodolphus. I am older than you."

"So?"

"Shut it."

Rodolphus and Augustus continued on with their petty conversation. They were so immersed in their talk that they did not notice a greasy, big-nosed man, also wearing robes, walk up to them.

"If you two could stop fighting," he said softly. "I would like to leave."

He shot a condensing glance at the Muggle.

"Hi Severus!" Rodolphus greeted happily.

"How is it going?" Augustus asked, slipping his wand away.

Severus sighed and shook his head. "Let us leave. We can catch up when we get to Knockturn Alley. Why we had to meet at this … place –" he gestured around the parking lot – "is beyond me."

"Rodolphus cares about Muggle fashion –" Before he could finish his insult, Rodolphus and Severus had walked away.

"Go away you stupid Unspeakable." Rodolphus ordered, evidently unhappy with being insulted.

"I will tell you what happened at work today," he bargained, catching up with his friends.

"All right, go ahead."

They disappeared from view, and the Muggle turned to her daughter, serious.

"That Augustus is why you should never smoke. Look what it does to you."

Her daughter nodded and spoke: "Can we go now? I've had enough stupidity for one day." Secretly, she thought that the one called Rodolphus was nice looking, and she hoped for him to come back, but that was not for her mother to know.

The Muggle and the Daughter walked forward toward the mall, trying to forget about their weird encounter with the strange men.